Essek knows that he is correct, but he does understand his partner's worry. Percival is still afraid of the wolf in many ways--afraid of himself. He is sympathetic to that, and touched by what his husband would sacrifice to protect him. As he holds Essek closer, head bowing to tuck against his neck, Essek strokes his back soothingly between his shoulders, embracing him in return as tightly as he can.

Light, the way his voice falters--he really is worried about this. Essek loves him, and he never wants to be the cause of such distress. But in his husband's concern for him, he feels the intensity of his love. It warms him from the inside, radiating from his heart and filling his chest until it aches.

"I can teleport home with a single word, my dearest," Essek assures him in a gentle murmur. A hand slides up to stroke the back of his neck, and his chin tips down to nuzzle into his hair. "If there is a need to seperate myself from you, I will do so. I promise you that."